? Reading this poem will remind us of the story of Zhuo Wenjun who made a living selling wine on Qintai Road more than two thousand years ago. The yearning for Qintai Road is more due to the admiration for Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman, and the lingering love story between her and Sima Xiangru.
I first came to Qintai Road four years ago. When I came to visit my son in Rongcheng, my friend invited me to eat hot pot, and the location was told by text message: Lion Building, Qintai Road. Qin Gu Road, full of romantic stories, was connected with hot pot in smoky weather. At that time, the feeling was not very good.
Our residence is not far from there. We strolled past and walked. Suddenly, a big archway stood in front of our eyes, with the words "Ancient Path of Qintai" written on it. My son said, This is Qintai Road.
Stop and watch. The eaves of the archway are upturned, the official script is full of aura, and the bluestone paves the way. Between the sidewalks and the driveway on both sides, the gray brick belt of Han Dynasty represents the interesting stories of ancient streets, people, birds and animals, gods and ghosts. At the north entrance of Lubei Road, a bronze man was driving a galloping carriage, and the horses were hoofing and the wheels were rolling. In the middle of the road, three small white marble bridges are "flying" on man-made small canals on the roadside. The bridges are engraved with running water and lotus flowers, which have a unique charm between buildings. On the right, there is a path leading directly to the Cultural Park. At the entrance of the park, the dragon head is holding a palace lantern with a height of tens of centimeters, and several snakes are caught by its feet. The shape is flamboyant and lifelike. A banyan tree is set up at the garden gate, with green patches. Looking to the left, there are two carved bridges, lotus peony on the stage, and the bridge is connected with a scenic castle. The red brick wall of the park protrudes from the old scene of hunting, farming, firewood cutting and storytelling, and turns the corner.
While enjoying it, the telephone rang, and it was time for the appointed meal. Looking for the sign, we walked into Lion Building, which is located in the middle of Qintai Road. The host is very enthusiastic, the dishes are very rich, and the guests are coming one after another, about a dozen or twenty people, more than half of whom I don't know. At the dinner table, there was a lot of excitement and noise, but I couldn't blend in with the noise of pushing a cup for a change. The past of Qintai Road lingers in my mind, and the hot pot that night was not enough for me.
out of Lion Building, the night is not over, and the palace lanterns under the eaves have been lit up, flickering with faint light, swaying in the wind, with outstanding charm. Overlooking, across the street from Baihuatan Park, the covered bridge is wrapped in costumes to welcome the night flight, and the scattered flower building reflects the dusk. It is just an uncut oil painting. Some highly personalized round palace lanterns and diamond palace lanterns are hung on the antique buildings along the street, and the outlines of the cornice hanging beams on both sides of the building are outlined by lights. The tiny golden mapping lights in the blue tile groove reflect the whole roof, and the flashing floodlights on the top of the building add a hazy night view to Qintai Road.
At the end of the street, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun play the zither and dance, just like a pair of ghost birds hovering over the sky, drifting and singing, with a touch of sadness. They are the famous protagonists of Qintai Road.
During the Western Han Dynasty, there was a woman named Zhuo Wenjun in Zhuojia, a wealthy businessman in Linqiong, Sichuan. She, Cai Wenji, Li Qingzhao and Shangguan Waner were known as "the four talented women in ancient China". Zhuo Wenjun, who is fluent in melody, good at playing the piano, quiet and elegant, gentle and generous, is a standard "Bai Fu Mei" and a real goddess. When Zhuo Wenjun was sixteen years old and was about to marry into the royal family as the daughter-in-law, her husband died and Wen Jun became a widow.
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At that time, Wen Jun was already famous for his talents. After he was widowed, celebrities and talents from all over the world poured in, and suitors poured in. One of them, Sima Xiangru, is a gifted scholar, who excels at both the piano and the lute. By chance, he played a song "Phoenix Begging for the Phoenix" to express his love for Wen Jun bluntly. His frankness and talent deeply touched Zhuo Wenjun. It can really be said that "meeting is fate, acacia is gradually entangled, but it is difficult to meet." The mountain is high and the road is far, but it is only a thousand miles away. Because of dissatisfaction, the dream is empty, so take a picture, ask Hongyan, and pass it on quickly. I like to open Kaifeng, hold a jade photo, and study it carefully, but I see that my lips are red, my eyebrows are black, my eyes are watery, and my feelings are longer. How can infinite love be sued? Looking at the southeast, a phoenix asks for a phoenix. "
Unfortunately, Sima Xiangru was born in poverty, and Wen Jun's parents refused to accept him. For the sake of love, Wen Jun, despite his father's strong opposition, resolutely gave up his comfortable life and eloped with Sima Xiangru. * * * After living together, they discovered that besides playing piano, chess, painting, calligraphy, poetry and hops, life also needs daily necessities, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Sima Xiangru, whose family is surrounded by walls, can not solve the problem of food and clothing for both of Zhuo Wenjun except for his spiritual satisfaction and pleasure. Sima Xiangru, who thinks highly of himself, is depressed.
? Zhuo Wenjun resolutely provoked the burden of life, sold the only property, bought a hotel in Linqiong, worked as a waiter to sell wine, and Sima Xiangru carried firewood and dived, cooking and doing odd jobs, working hand in hand with * * *, and lived a hard and happy life for ordinary citizens.
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Zhuo's family is a powerful one. How can they tolerate their daughter's showing up in the downtown area and shouting for business? In desperation, they had to accept Sima Xiangru, allow both of them to move into Zhuofu, and provide living expenses, so that the couple could live a leisurely life of playing the piano and writing poems. With the backwardness of life, Sima Xiangru studied hard, determined to gain fame and fame, and became famous in the world. Heaven rewards diligence, and one day Sima Xiangru will be appreciated by the emperor, and the purple robe will be added to his body, which will be a reward for his long-cherished wish.
Since ancient times, the world has been full of infatuated women heart breaker. Sima Xiangru, who became famous and distinguished, lived in Beijing for a long time, enjoying all the beautiful women, and was proud of the officialdom, and even had the intention of abandoning his wife and concubinage. I have long forgotten the days when I was in trouble with * * *, and I still remember that there is a wife who thinks about her husband day and night. So he wrote a letter with only thirteen words: "one two three four five six seven eight nine is 1 million." Send it to Zhuo Wenjun.
? Wen Jun, who lived a lonely life day after day and year after year, burst into tears after reading the letter. Only one "billion" was missing from a line of figures, and "billion" meant "unintentional". She was heartbroken and filled with grief and indignation, and she wrote the poem of complaining about Lang, which is the famous "digital poetry".
The word "Poem of Complaining Lang" is thinking, and every sentence is thinking, which makes it change its mind with deep affection. It is composed of both weeping and endless advice, with exquisite layout and witty remarks. It is said that after reading it, Sima Xiangru was once again moved by Zhuo Wenjun's talent and affection, suddenly repented, and repaired the frontier with Zhuo Wenjun. From then on, he took Qi Mei as an example and treated him as a guest, which made a story that will last forever.
Today's Qintai Road is no longer the bluestone alley where Zhuo Wenjun used to sell wine. The former site where Zhuo Wenjun used to sell wine has been converted into Wen Jun Building. The old view that the piano platform disappears, people go to the empty building, and the bamboo fence and mud wall no longer exists. Instead, it is a thoroughfare that spans the southeast and is nearly one kilometer long, and there are many bright buildings. Although the Chinese architectural style of cornices and arches is still preserved, the content and extension have long since lost their flavor. These antique things, all cities are engaged in, destroyed the original, and then copied and built fake, one side of a thousand cities, nothing novel.
When I walk into Qintai Road again, I still hear "Phoenix Begging for the Phoenix" and meditate on "Poem of Complaining Lang".
I suddenly realized that the beauty of Qintai Road is not in architecture or prosperity, but in the love story of two talented people and beautiful women, the beauty lies in "Poem of Complaining Lang" and "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix".
? Zhuo Wenjun
after the farewell of Poems of Complaining Lang, the two places were lovesick, only in March and April, but in May and June, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-line script was lost, the nine-chain was broken from it, and the ten-mile pavilion was eager to see it, so they were lovesick and missed each other, so they had no choice but to blame Lang.
? There are thousands of words to talk about, and I'm bored to see the lonely geese. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of people, and in July and a half, I burn incense and ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. In May, pomegranate is like fire, and the flowers are watered by cold rain. In April, loquat is not yellow. I want to be confused about the mirror. In March, peach blossoms turn with the water, and in February, the kite string is broken. Lang Lang, I wish you would be a woman and I would be a man in the next life.
"Phoenix Begging for the Phoenix"-Sima Xiangru
There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her. I don't see you for a day, and I think like crazy. Phoenix flies and soars, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. Substitute the piano for the language, and talk about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me. Willing to match words with virtue, hand in hand. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Feng Xi Feng Xi returned to her hometown, and traveled around the world to seek her death. When I didn't meet Xi, I didn't know what to do. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are gorgeous ladies in the boudoir, and people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and you are soaring! Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn. Who knows each other in the middle of the night? My wings are flying high, and I feel sad when I miss them.